Immaculate Listening

Tis such imagination of infinite glory

How blessing flow and magick doth persist

Channeled in this, immaculate listening

For wonderous words are oft spoken

Whispers from the universe

Deafening chimes of high stone towers

Precious and endearing melodies

Vibrato poised upon a wayward string

Haunting tales of calliope

And too, the rigid stage performances

Listen, and listen aplenty have I

For sound carries that which hides

Message in the verse of the ancients

Crossing line, thus knelt in passing

From whenst across the welcome veil

Generations calling, shouting song

Rising voices on mountaintops

Thunderous applause

Words murmured of a fading soul

Cries that call for charity

So much, so far, and ever present

Lost deliriously in these wayward sounds

Delving meaning or that of means

Not to all, nor what all seems

Destiny doth hold the drum

While wind gathers to charge the pipe

And the seas surrender baritone

Such symphony of majesty

And yet, charged we may

Assumptive of that with sounding

Do we yield to commonplace

What is this, or what may seem

Naught deception, but brazen mask

Not for all, but whom it seems

Seeking that which lies within

Concept pure and focused sign

Tis truly an awakening

On chosen morn

Timid lost, and fear relinquished

Silent echoes in vast retreat

Bygone chapter, pages turned

Clarity, and hope restored

Immaculate listening

Now given wings

Opened eyes

Refreshed direction

Carried forth

By tranquil ringing


Additional Reading

R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.

His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here

The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work

Ralph also writes on HubPages

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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